A/N: Second chapter of seven. Thanks to mew (mew-tsubaki) for betareading!
tinted and tainted
2. Orange. Dependent.
But the way they needed each other and trusted each other was what kept them together.
Astoria opened her eyes, knowing something was wrong. And, when she slowly turned over in the bed, she understood she was right. It was empty.
She found him in the living room, standing by the window with one of his hands fisted and resting against the glass together with his forehead. His eyes were closed and darkness was flying over his face in whips like a wind blowing over it, jabbing and hitting it, since his mouth was curled in pain.
Astoria stepped close to him and put a hand on his cheek. She said nothing as he opened his eyes. They looked as though they were on fire, flaring with vivid orange flames.
She grabbed his hand tightly and led him back to bed, and she couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if they hadn't had each other. They were so dependent on the other, they were so broken inside, she was certain they wouldn't have held if they hadn't been there for the other.